11-10-2020, 03:49 PM
AND IT'S HALF PAST THREE
[align=center]AND I GOT ANGEL WINGS
[align=center]AND I GOT ANGEL WINGS
BUT A DEVIL'S GRIN
AND ONLY ONE CAN WIN
elsweyr — tanglewood — three years
She didn't know how many different groups actually lived in close proximity with one another in these distant lands. All she knew was that they did not move as her tribe did with the turning of the season. They stayed and they lived within the walls of the same land, hunting the prey that did not move. They had odd things that much was certain and she was learning how to best navigate the bog that she had even calling home for some time now. Silence was her strength, along with agility and quickness. Her stamina had been unmatched in her tribe but the issue there was that they had all been cheetahs to an extent. Rarely did they let anything join their tribe due to various reasons. Here she did not feel so out of place and she didn't think she was falling behind too much. She adapted quickly to situations both dangerous and not. Her eyes gleamed in the darkness of the swamp's edge as she heard the voices that spoke along gave edge of the village. The town that housed many Tanglers. Her tail flicked against the ground as she narrowed her fiery sights. Some of these scents were not right. They were mingled and mixed with those of the vermin that thought they had control over Tanglewood.
They were not them but they were with them and that was enough to make her understand that they too were not friends. They were enemies. The false king was attempting to let them come here. To use their lands and lay paws on what was not their's and these heathens were simply okay with this. Her eyes snapped onto Stryker and she felt her claws press harder against the ground. Steam issuing forth from the ground as she clenched her jaws. They would have their day and they would show this lion and his conniving friends just what they were dealing with. For now she watched with a heated frame, moving along the edges of town, attempting to keep other Tanglers within her sight should they need her help.
They were not them but they were with them and that was enough to make her understand that they too were not friends. They were enemies. The false king was attempting to let them come here. To use their lands and lay paws on what was not their's and these heathens were simply okay with this. Her eyes snapped onto Stryker and she felt her claws press harder against the ground. Steam issuing forth from the ground as she clenched her jaws. They would have their day and they would show this lion and his conniving friends just what they were dealing with. For now she watched with a heated frame, moving along the edges of town, attempting to keep other Tanglers within her sight should they need her help.